Today you turn 92 months old. That breaks down to 7 years and 8 months, and just 2 months shy of closing the door on the second grade.
This has been a very fun month for us. Seriously, there is nothing, nothing, nothing you could ever do to make me love you less. But you keep finding ways to make me love you more and more.
I was watching you run through the park the other day, and I had to stop for a moment when I realized how long your legs are and how tall you are and how you went from a sweet-baby-face to a beautiful-girl-face overnight. You are learning about problem solving and doing for yourself and communication. It's all so very grown up, and I'm not sure I'm ready for it. You have become my little friend rather than just my child, although I will continue to remind you that I am the Mom when the need arises.
You are like Daddy in so many ways. You definitely have Daddy's wit and sense of humor. Both of you like to take the easiest, fastest way to wherever you're headed, while I will make sure to get there the prettiest way. You both are more introvert than extro-, but you both make people feel included. You both are very simple and are very kind to put up with me and my total avoidance of simplicity.
But there was hope the other day that you might be a tad like me, when you put on your new Tory Burch flats (yes, Chris, I splurged) and announced that even though they didn't feel so great, they were very cute and that you would wear them until they got comfy.
That's my girl. That's just how most cute shoes are. And they're worth it, once they're worn in...
I am so happy that we have solved our hateful-in-the-morning dilemma, now that Daddy and I are bringing you breakfast-in-bed. Why didn't we think of it sooner?? It is an easy solution to a horrid problem, don't you think? I'm glad it's working. I do feel bad for the man who marries you, because he will be stuck with breakfast-in-bed duty, and I'm thinking that he won't be too thrilled about that one. But I'll do it every morning, if it gets you up on time with a smile on your face.
So, happy 92 months of You-ness. I'm so very happy to be your Mom. It is definitely my favorite job in the world.
All of my xoxoxoxo to you, my sweet.